Chief Rocka - Lords Of The Underground

*Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'* 

Verse One: Mr. Funke 

Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka 
Rock it down  so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca 
For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh 
Think I won't curse  I'll break down and say puta 
?Hey  madrigon  sesa me bichafi mi chocha? 
Say what I want because  I'm that type of guy 
Now fam a lam  I'll be damned, slam jams the weak 
Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky? 
Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze 
No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes! 
Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock 
so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock 
?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic? 
?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid? 
?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!? 
The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs 
"That doesn't make no sense!" C'mon who cares? 
See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me 
I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk 
Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands 
But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin man 
I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down 
Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown 
Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun? 
I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh 

*Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka' 8X* 

Verse Two: DoItAll 

Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk 
Whew! And it's smellin up the hip-hop 
A little bit of this, a little bit of that